He is to be sure a most entertaining creature.
Adieu! I have no patience.
Yours,
A. Fermor.
After all, I am a little droll; I am angry with Emily for concluding an advantageous match with a man she does not absolutely dislike, which all good mammas say is sufficient; and this only because it breaks in on a little circle of friends, in whose society I have been happy. O! self! self! I would have her hazard losing a fine fortune and a coach and six, that I may continue my coterie two or three months longer.
Adieu! I will write again as soon as we are married. My next will, I suppose, be from Montreal. I die to see your brother and my little Fitzgerald; this man gives me the vapours. Heavens! Lucy, what a difference there is in men!
END OF VOL. I.
THE HISTORY OF EMILY MONTAGUE.
Vol. II
LETTER LV.55.
To Miss Rivers, Clarges Street.